Princess Michelle Alternate Ending Essay

“Well I’m going to see Prince tomorrow when I go to pick up the kids. Maybe I will have a talk with him then, but for now let’s just enjoy the rest of our night and our time together.” Cinderella said this as she

Princess Claire decided to kill Queen Monica, her own ‘’beloved’’ mother. Princess Claire’s decisions were made for the people. Within the next few days Claire constructed a plan to have her mother killed. That night, when she had finished her planning, she snuck up behind her mother, not sure if she was ready to actually put the plan in play. After a few seconds Claire took a breath and knocked her mother in the side of the head, killing

“Well you had this look of depression the whole time we were walking. Just a moment ago you let out a sigh. Is there anything you need to tell us? You know that me, Will, and Anna all care about you.”

Although being of royal descent, Princess Elizabeth led one of the most despondent lives in the kingdom. At the young age of five, she witnessed the assassination of her father through the cracks of the closet, where she hid. Her mother, who hid with her desperately covered the mouth of young Elizabeth, for fear that she would scream. Elizabeth however, did not scream. She was at such a loss for words and emotions that she did not know how to react. It was from this day that she realized the cold, brutal harshness of the world, and promised herself that she would always stand up for her subjects to life’s evils. It was in fact

As she began to recognize the

“Do you suppose she never found her prince? Maybe she just found someone who needed her, and they lived happily together - like you and Papa?”

He did not appear to be the type to play the senseless game that was politics. To be someone's Queen held the promise of freedom... and affection. The latter of the two was a seemingly foreign concept, but she would love to see what it was like to be with a person that she, at least so far, liked. Yet again the sound of her own heart racing drummed in her ears. The precious and, for now, vital organ constantly attempting to lodge itself in her gullet, but the girl was determined, if not stubborn. The last kiss of her life. Such words did not escape her, for there was little doubt that her next kiss would be as cold as his icy blue gaze. At his question a smile tugged at the corner of her soft lips before their were happily seized. Again

“Ha, you don't think I can do a story about a princess, do ya?” Henry countered. “Well, be prepared to look foolish, Murray. Even more than you already do.”

“Yeah and i'm dropping yall of at the park later on, and y'all better watch my kids!” Mom demanded.

"But Dad you see, here's the thing, I don't want to get married." Louis said with a side grin, standing up from the chair once his locks were combed and slipping on some shoes.

After leaving the big house Percy and I went down to the lake and sat down at the end of the pier. No words were needed as we simply sat there with our fingers entwined and my head on his shoulder. Eventually we stood up and walked back towards the cabins. When we got to his cabin I gave him a peck on the cheek murmured a quick goodbye and headed to my cabin. Thankfully after everything that has happened, I had learned to keep a packed backpack at all times so I simply added a few more books and got ready for bed.

Once upon a time, in a land where Kings and Queens ruled over all of the lands, lived a young Queen by the name of Ivy. Ivy was a beautiful girl not a day older than 16 and yet she still ruled over the Enchanted Kingdom on her own. Ivy’s mother and father died on a mission to save the kingdom from the Evil Queen Mallory, who was plotting to destroying the Enchanted Kingdom. Certainly they won the battle, but great depression came to the land when news returned about their death. Ivy was terrified about becoming Queen, she wasn’t supposed to be crowned until she was 20. Of course she knew what had to be done, so she became Queen doing what her mother and father would want her to do.

“Don’t worry. You’ll love it.” While her voice was light and cheerful there was finality to her words. “Did you get a chance to try the dress on again? It’s so beautiful.”

Queen Serena looked out her cell window. She really believed she could save the kingdom, but like most, she failed. The kingdom, her home, shall forever live in darkness.

My breathing is heavy and my coughs echo and bounce off the desolate walls of the castle. I know this, yet I don’t care. Watching my queen flinch at the sound proves quite amusing on my part. “Who’s there?” she calls out. She has blackness under her eyes, I notice with a squint. Her beautiful dress cascaded downwards in silky waterfalls. Nobody knew that she hadn’t changed her clothes in a week and nobody knew that she slept less and less and wandered more and more. That is, nobody but me. I’m always watching. I’m always watching and brooding and planning and muttering and singing. Always. I watch her from my little enchanted mirror from inside my little dark workspace inside my little abandoned cabin in the little hallow woods. I